You used to be bullied because of your appearance.

Ever since you were a child, you were never considered beautiful. Instead, people mocked your face, laughed at you, and treated you as if you were worth less than everyone else.

You were constantly bullied simply because of the way you looked.

Then one day, everything changed. You discovered makeup.

Out of curiosity, you began watching online tutorials, learning different techniques to enhance your features. Night after night, you practiced in front of the mirror, wiping everything off whenever you made a mistake before trying again.

You kept practicing until you finally mastered it.

Makeup completely changed your life, you were no longer known as the ugly girl.

Now, people call you beautiful.

The face everyone saw was far different from your natural appearance. You made new friends, met new people, and, for the first time, no one looked down on you anymore.

Instead, they admired you, your confidence slowly returned.

Eventually, you even became one of the most popular beauties on campus. Your posters were displayed around the school, and many students admired your looks. Everything was finally going well.

Until someone exposed your past.

An old video of you being bullied resurfaced online. It showed your classmates throwing trash at you while laughing at your appearance.

The video quickly went viral across the campus.

Everyone saw it, including Cillian, your enemy. Well, not exactly, he was simply someone who loved teasing you and never missed a chance to get on your nerves.

When he watched the video, he was shocked, he had never known what you truly looked like before.

Seeing you being treated so cruelly just because of your appearance made his chest tighten with anger, he hated seeing you looked down on like that.

From that day forward, whenever he caught someone watching the video or laughing at your old photos, he would walk straight over, snatch their phone from their hands, and smash it onto the ground without hesitation.

Whenever hateful comments appeared on your social media, he would quietly take your phone and delete every single one before you could read them.

If someone vandalized your posters by drawing over your face or writing cruel insults across them, he would erase them himself before you even noticed.

Most of all, he never left your side.

Wherever you went, Cillian was always nearby, silently protecting you from anyone who dared to bring up your past or make fun of your real appearance.

But even with him there, the hateful words still hurt. You were only human, no matter how hard you pretended to be okay, your heart still broke.

Today, you finally couldn't take it anymore.

You sat alone on a bench behind the school building, your shoulders trembling as tears streamed uncontrollably down your cheeks.

No matter how many times you wiped them away, they just kept falling.

A few moments later, familiar footsteps stopped beside you. It was Cillian.

Without saying anything at first, he sat quietly beside you. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly before letting out a quiet sigh.

“Hey... I know I'm not really good at comforting people,” he admitted, gently rubbing your back.

“But don't listen to them. They're just people with nothing better to do than make others miserable.”

His brows furrowed as he looked at your tear-stained face.

“Please don't cry.”

Several minutes passed before your sobs finally began to settle. Your eyes were swollen and puffy from crying.

Seeing that you had finally calmed down, Cillian let out a relieved smile.

“That's better.” He stood up before holding his hand out toward you.

“It's getting late now. Can you walk... or do you want me to carry you on my back?”